Jack should be pissed that his lovingly crafted picnic lunch was being so rudely ignored—in fact, he could feel his back pressing up against the puddle of hummus that had spilled from its container when he had been pushed back flat against the blanket. He growled softly, praying that the cheese and meat board that he’d so delicately laid out hadn’t been disturbed because damn it, that had been expensive and he had gone all out agonizing over pairings and taste profiles and if he didn’t at least get to shovel some Humboldt Fog down his throat. Preferably with some of those green apples he’d sliced so thin and atop some crispy wheat crackers. With the pinot grigio that was still chilling in the ice bucket to wash it all down.
However, Jack’s annoyance at his disturbed meal was being placated by the soft movements of Timothy’s tongue. His boyfriend was seated snugly atop Jack’s hips, body bent over him as he did his level best to kiss Jack breathless. It was slowly working, too, as Jack’s concerns drifted from the state of his carefully prepared meal to how to best get Timothy off without making too much of a scene. The park was largely deserted but it was still technically public, and no one should be able to see Tim’s cute freckled butt on display but him.
“Mmm….you pick the worst times to wanna make out, don’t ya sugar?” Jack chuckled as Tim finally broke for air, taking in deep lungfuls of air as he looked down at his boyfriend. Jack swallowed, Tim’s feathery hairs shining bright red with the sun behind him, face cast in shadow not dark enough to cloud his breathless, brilliant smile. Jack frowned, shaking his head as he reached up to brush his fingers against Timothy’s cheek.
“If ants eat my cheese, you owe me big time.” Timothy snickered, turning his head to kiss at Jack’s fingers.
“I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to make it up to you somehow.”
Thank you for the request! Mixing it up a bit with some Jackothy.
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